Dick found the hatch, trying not to notice that he was breathing body-dust as he moved the corpse's legs.
Grit had settled into the works, making the hatch difficult to raise. Dick managed it finally, cursing under his breath, shoulerblades twitching when he felt dessicated skin rub off on his suit. He probably should have taken the body out, first.
He found the box, set it aside, and then pondered his options. At last he carried the box out, setting it at Duo's feet, and went back in. If he could, he'd find something to cover the body with.
Not that there likely was anything, but... It was worth a look around.